Dreamers - Nikolai Nosov. Story Dreamers - Nosov N.N. Work of fairy tales by dreamers
Nikolay Nosov
Dreamers
Mishutka and Stasik were sitting on a bench in the garden and talking. Only they didn’t just talk like other guys, but told each other various tall tales, as if they were going to bet on who would lie to whom.
- How old are you? - asks Mishutka.
- Ninety five. What about you?
- And I’m one hundred and forty. You know,” says Mishutka, “I used to be big, big, like Uncle Borya, but then I became small.”
“And I,” says Stasik, “at first I was small, and then I grew big, and then I became small again, and now I’ll soon be big again.”
“When I was big, I could swim across the entire river,” says Mishutka.
- Ugh! And I could swim across the sea!
- Just think - the sea! I swam across the ocean!
– I used to know how to fly!
- Well, fly!
– Now I can’t: I’ve forgotten how.
“I was swimming in the sea once,” says Mishutka, “and a shark attacked me.” I banged her with my fist, and she grabbed me by the head and took a bite.
- You're lying!
- No, really!
- Why didn’t you die?
- Why should I die? I swam ashore and went home.
- Without a head?
- Of course, without a head. Why do I need a head?
- How did you walk without a head?
- So I went. It's like you can't walk without a head.
- Why are you so confused now?
- The other one has grown.
“Crafty idea!” – Stasik envied. He wanted to tell a better lie than Mishutka.
- Well, what is this! - he said. “I was once in Africa, and a crocodile ate me there.”
- That's how I lied! – Mishutka laughed.
- Not at all.
- Why are you alive now?
- So he spat me out later.
Mishutka thought about it. He wanted to misrepresent Stasik. He thought and thought, and finally said:
– Once I was walking down the street. There are trams, cars, trucks all around...
- I know, I know! - Stasik shouted. - Now tell me how the tram ran over you. You've already lied about it.
- Nothing like that. I'm not talking about that.
“Here I go, I don’t bother anyone.” Suddenly a bus comes towards us. I didn’t notice him, I stepped on my foot - right! - and crushed it into a cake.
- Ha-ha-ha! These are lies!
- But they’re not lies!
- How could you crush the bus?
- So he was very small, like a toy. The boy was dragging him on a rope.
“Well, that’s not surprising,” said Stasik. - I flew to the moon once.
- Eva, where did you go! – Mishutka laughed.
- Don’t believe me? Honestly!
- What did you fly on?
- On a rocket. What else do they use to fly to the moon? As if you don’t know yourself!
– What did you see there on the Moon?
“Well, what...” Stasik hesitated. -What did I see there? I didn't see anything.
- Ha-ha-ha! – Mishutka laughed. - And he says he flew to the moon!
- Of course, I flew.
- Why didn’t you see anything?
- And it was dark. I was flying at night. In a dream. I boarded a rocket and flew into outer space. Woohoo! And then when I fly back... I flew and flew, and then I hit the ground... and I woke up...
“Ah,” said Mishutka. “I would have said so right away.” I didn’t know that you were in a dream.
Then neighbor Igor came and sat down next to him on a bench. He listened, listened to Mishutka and Stasik, then said:
- They're lying! And aren't you ashamed?
- Why are you ashamed? We’re not deceiving anyone,” Stasik said. “We’re just making things up, like we’re telling fairy tales.”
- Fairy tales! – Igor snorted contemptuously. - Found something to do!
“And you think it’s easy to make things up!”
- What’s easier!
- Well, think of something.
“Now...” said Igor. - Please.
Mishutka and Stasik were delighted and prepared to listen.
“Now,” Igor repeated. - Uh-uh... um... ahem... uh-uh...
- Well, why are you all “uh” and “uh”!
- Now! Let me think.
- Well, think, think!
“Uh-uh,” Igor said again and looked at the sky. - Now, now... uh...
- Well, why aren’t you making things up? He said - what could be simpler!
- Now... Here! One time I was teasing a dog, and she grabbed me by the leg and bit me. There's even a scar left.
- Well, what did you come up with here? – asked Stasik.
- Nothing. He told me how it happened.
- And he said - he’s a master of inventing!
- I am a master, but not like you. You keep lying, but to no avail, but I lied yesterday, and it benefits me.
- What's the use?
- And here it is. Last night mom and dad left, and Ira and I stayed at home. Ira went to bed, and I went into the cupboard and ate half a jar of jam. Then I think: I wish I hadn’t gotten into trouble. I took jam on Irka’s lips. Mom came: “Who ate the jam?” I say: “Ira.” Mom looked and saw jam all over her lips. This morning she got some from her mother, and my mother gave me some more jam. That's the benefit.
“So, because of you, someone else got it, and you’re glad!” - said Mishutka.
-What do you want?
- Nothing for me. But you, what is it called... Liar! Here!
- You yourself are liars!
- Leave! We don’t want to sit on the bench with you.
“I won’t sit with you myself.”
Igor got up and left. Mishutka and Stasik also went home. On the way they came across an ice cream stand. They stopped, began to rummage in their pockets and count how much money they had. Both only had enough for one serving of ice cream.
“We’ll buy a portion and divide it in half,” Igor suggested.
The saleswoman gave them ice cream on a stick.
“Let’s go home,” says Mishutka, “we’ll cut it with a knife so that it’s accurate.”
- Let's go.
On the stairs they met Ira. Her eyes were teary.
- Why were you crying? - asks Mishutka.
“My mother didn’t let me go for walks.”
- For what?
- For the jam. But I didn’t eat it. It was Igor who told me about it. He probably ate it himself and blamed it on me.
- Of course, Igor ate it. He boasted to us himself. Don't cry. “Come on, I’ll give you my half portion of ice cream,” said Mishutka.
“And I’ll give you my half portion, I’ll just try it once and give it back,” Stasik promised.
- Don’t you want to do it yourself?
- We don’t want to. “We’ve already eaten ten servings today,” said Stasik.
“Let’s better divide this ice cream among three,” suggested Ira.
- Right! - said Stasik. - Otherwise, your throat will hurt if you eat the whole portion alone.
They went home and divided the ice cream into three parts.
- Delicious stuff! - said Mishutka. – I really like ice cream. One time I ate a whole bucket of ice cream.
- Well, you're making everything up! – Ira laughed. – Who will believe you that you ate a bucket of ice cream!
- So it was quite small, a bucket! It’s like paper, no more than a glass...
Living hat
The hat was lying on the chest of drawers, the kitten Vaska was sitting on the floor near the chest of drawers, and Vovka and Vadik were sitting at the table and coloring pictures. Suddenly something plopped behind them and fell to the floor. They turned around and saw a hat on the floor near the chest of drawers.
Vovka went up to the chest of drawers, bent down, wanted to pick up his hat - and suddenly he shouted:
- Ay-ay-ay! - and run to the side.
-What are you doing? – Vadik asks.
- She's alive, alive!
- Who's alive?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- What you! Are there living hats?
- Look for yourself!
Vadik came closer and began to look at the hat. Suddenly the hat crawled straight towards him. He will shout:
- Ay! - and jumped onto the sofa. Vovka is behind him.
The hat climbed out into the middle of the room and stopped. The guys look at her and shake with fear. Then the hat turned and crawled towards the sofa.
- Ay! Oh! - the guys shouted.
They jumped off the sofa and ran out of the room. They ran into the kitchen and closed the door behind them.
- I w-ho-ho-ho-zhu! - says Vovka.
- Where?
- I'll go to my home.
- Why?
- I'm afraid of hats! This is the first time I have seen a hat walking around the room.
- Or maybe someone is pulling her string?
- Well, go take a look.
- Let's go together. I'll take the putter. If she comes at us, I’ll hit her with my stick.
- Wait, I’ll take the hockey stick too.
- Yes, we don’t have another stick.
- Well, I'll take a ski pole.
They took a hockey stick and a ski pole, opened the door and looked into the room.
-Where is she? – Vadik asks.
- Over there, near the table.
“Now I’m going to hit her with a stick!” – says Vadik. - Just let him get closer, such a tramp!
But the hat lay near the table and did not move.
- Yeah, I was scared! - the guys were happy. - He's afraid to come near us.
“Now I’ll scare her away,” said Vadik.
He started hitting the floor with his hockey stick and shouting:
- Hey you, hat!
But the hat didn't move.
“Let’s pick up some potatoes and shoot them with potatoes,” Vovka suggested.
They returned to the kitchen, picked up potatoes from the basket and began throwing them at the hat.” They threw and threw, and finally Vadik hit. The hat will jump up!
- Meow! – something shouted. Lo and behold, a gray tail poked out from under the hat, then a paw, and then the kitten itself jumped out.
- Vaska! - the guys were happy.
“He was probably sitting on the floor, and his hat fell on him from the chest of drawers,” Vovka guessed.
Vadik grabbed Vaska and let's hug him!
- Vaska, my dear, how did you get under the hat?
But Vaska didn’t answer anything, he just snorted and squinted from the light.
On the hill
The guys worked all day - building a snow slide in the yard. They shoveled snow and dumped it in a heap under the wall of the barn. Only by lunchtime the slide was ready. The guys poured water on her and ran home for lunch.
“Let’s have lunch,” they said, “while the hill freezes.” And after lunch we will come with a sled and go for a ride.
And Kotka Chizhov from the sixth apartment is so cunning! He didn't build the slide. He sits at home and looks out the window as others work. The guys shout at him to go build a hill, but he just throws up his hands outside the window and shakes his head, as if he’s not allowed to. And when the guys left, he quickly got dressed, put on his skates and ran out into the yard. Teal skates in the snow, chirp! And he doesn’t know how to skate properly! I drove up to the hill.
“Oh,” he says, “it turned out to be a good slide!” I'll jump now.
As soon as I climbed the hill, I hit my nose!
- Wow! - speaks. - Slippery!
I got to my feet and again - bang! I fell ten times. He can't climb a hill.
"What to do?" - thinks.
I thought and thought and came up with:
“Now I’ll sprinkle sand on it and climb on it.”
He grabbed the plywood and drove to the janitor's room. There is a box with sand. He began to drag sand from the box up the hill. He sprinkles in front of himself, and he climbs higher and higher. I climbed to the very top.
“Now,” he says, “I’ll jump!”
He pushed off with his foot and again - bang with his nose! Skates don't skate on sand! Kotka lies on his stomach and says:
- How can we ride on the sand now?
And he climbed down on all fours. Then the guys came running. They see that the hill is covered with sand.
- Who messed it up here? - they shouted. – Who sprinkled sand on the hill? Have you seen it, Kotka?
“No,” says Kotka, “I haven’t seen it.” I sprinkled it myself because it was slippery and I couldn’t climb on it.
- Oh, you smart guy! Look what you came up with! We worked and worked, and he worked with sand! How to ride now?
Kotka says:
“Maybe someday it will snow, it will cover the sand, and then you can ride.”
“So it might snow in a week, but we need to go skiing today.”
“Well, I don’t know,” says Kotka.
- You don’t know! You know how to ruin a slide, but you don’t know how to fix it! Grab a shovel now!
Kotka untied his skates and took a shovel.
- Cover the sand with snow!
Kotka began to sprinkle snow on the hill, and the guys poured water on it again.
“Now,” they say, “it will freeze, and you can ride.”
And Kotka liked the work so much that he also made steps on the side with a shovel.
“This,” he says, “is so that it’s easy for everyone to climb, otherwise someone else will sprinkle sand again!”
cucumbers
One day Pavlik took Kotka with him to the river to fish. But that day they were unlucky: the fish didn’t bite at all. But when they walked back, they climbed into the collective farm garden and filled their pockets full of cucumbers. The collective farm watchman noticed them and blew his whistle. They run away from him. On the way home, Pavlik thought that he wouldn’t get it at home for climbing into other people’s gardens. And he gave his cucumbers to Kotka.
The cat came home happy:
- Mom, I brought you cucumbers!
Mom looked, and his pockets were full of cucumbers, and there were cucumbers in his bosom, and in his hands there were two more large cucumbers.
-Where did you get them? - says mom.
- In the garden.
- In what garden?
- There, by the river, on the collective farm.
- Who allowed you?
- Nobody, I picked it myself.
- So he stole it?
- No, I didn’t steal it, it’s just that... Pavlik took it, but I can’t, or what? Well, I took it.
Kotka began to take cucumbers out of his pockets.
- Wait, wait! Don't unload! - says mom.
- Why?
“Bring them back now!”
-Where will I take them? They grew in the garden, and I picked them. They won't grow anymore anyway.
- It’s okay, you’ll take it and put it in the same bed where you picked it.
- Well, I'll throw them away.
- No, you won’t throw it away! You didn’t plant them, didn’t raise them, and you don’t have the right to throw them away.
Kotka began to cry:
- There's a watchman there. He whistled at us, and we ran away.
- You see what you are doing! What if he caught you?
“He wouldn’t have caught up.” He is already an old grandfather.
- Well, shame on you! - says mom. - After all, grandfather is responsible for these cucumbers. When they find out that the cucumbers are missing, they will say that grandfather is to blame. Will it be good?
Mom began putting the cucumbers back into Kotka’s pocket. Kotka cried and shouted:
- I won’t go! Grandpa has a gun. He will shoot and kill me.
- And let him kill! It would be better for me not to have a son at all than to have a son who is a thief.
- Well, come with me, mommy! It's dark outside. I'm afraid.
“Weren’t you afraid to take it?”
Mom gave Kotka two cucumbers, which did not fit in his pockets, and led him out the door.
- Either bring the cucumbers, or leave the house completely, you are not my son!
Kotka turned and slowly, slowly walked down the street.
It was already completely dark.
“I’ll throw them here in the ditch, and I’ll say that I carried them,” Kotka decided and began to look around. “No, I’ll take it: someone else will see it and grandpa will get hit because of me.”
He walked down the street and cried. He was scared.
“Pavlik is good! - thought Kotka. “He gave me his cucumbers, but he sits at home.” He’s probably not afraid.”
Kotka left the village and walked across the field. There wasn't a soul around. From fear, he did not remember how he got to the garden. He stopped near the hut, stood and cried louder and louder. The watchman heard and approached him.
- Why are you crying? - asks.
- Grandfather, I brought the cucumbers back.
– What cucumbers?
– And which Pavlik and I picked. Mom told me to take it back.
- That's what it's like! – the watchman was surprised. “That means I whistled for you, but you still stole the cucumbers.” Bad!
“Pavlik took it, and I took it.” He gave me his cucumbers too.
– Don’t look at Pavlik, you should understand it yourself. Well, don't do that again. Give me some cucumbers and go home.
Kotka pulled out the cucumbers and put them in the garden bed.
- Well, that’s all, or what? - asked the old man.
“No... one thing is missing,” answered Kotka and began to cry again.
- Why is it missing, where is he?
- Grandfather, I ate one cucumber. What will happen now?
- Well, what will happen? Nothing will happen. He ate it, well, he ate it. To your health.
- And you, grandfather, will nothing happen to you for the fact that the cucumber disappeared?
- Look, what's the matter! - Grandfather grinned. - No, nothing will happen for one cucumber. Now, if you hadn’t brought the rest, then yes, but otherwise no.
Kotka ran home. Then he suddenly stopped and shouted from a distance:
- Grandfather, grandfather!
- Well, what else?
- And this cucumber that I ate, how will it be considered - did I steal it or not?
- Hm! - said the grandfather. - Here’s another task! Well, what’s there, don’t let him steal it.
- What about it?
- Well, consider that I gave it to you.
- Thank you, grandfather! I'll go.
- Go, go, son.
Kotka ran at full speed across the field, across the ravine, across the bridge over the stream and, no longer in a hurry, walked home through the village. His soul was joyful.
Patch
Bobka had wonderful pants: green, or rather khaki. Bobka loved them very much and always boasted:
- Look, guys, what kind of pants I have. Soldiers!
All the guys, of course, were jealous. No one else had such green pants.
One day Bobka climbed over the fence, got caught on a nail and tore these wonderful pants. Out of frustration, he almost cried, went home as quickly as possible and began to ask his mother to sew him up.
Mom got angry:
“You’re going to climb fences, tear your pants, and I have to sew them up?”
– I won’t do it again! Sew it up, mom!
- Sew it up yourself.
- But I don’t know how!
- Managed to tear it, managed to sew it up.
“Well, I’ll walk like this,” Bobka grumbled and went into the yard.
The guys saw that he had a hole in his pants and started laughing.
“What kind of soldier are you,” they say, “if your pants are torn?”
And Bobka makes excuses:
“I asked my mother to sew it up, but she didn’t want to.”
– Do mothers sew up soldiers’ pants? - the guys say. “The soldier must be able to do everything himself: put on a patch and sew on a button.”
Bobka felt ashamed.
He went home and asked his mother for a needle, thread and a piece of green cloth. He cut out a patch the size of a cucumber from the material and began sewing it to his pants.
This was not an easy matter. Besides, Bobka was in a hurry and pricked his fingers with a needle.
- Why are you injecting yourself? Oh, you disgusting one! - Bobka said to the needle and tried to grab it by the very tip so as not to prick himself.
Finally the patch was sewn on. It stuck out on my pants like a dried mushroom, and the material around it wrinkled so much that one leg even became shorter.
- Well, where is this good? - Bobka grumbled, looking at his pants. - Even worse than it was! We'll have to redo everything all over again.
He took a knife and tore off the patch. Then he straightened it out, put it back on his pants, carefully traced it around the patch with an ink pencil and began to sew it on again. Now he sewed slowly, carefully, and always made sure that the patch did not get out of line.
He fumbled for a long time, sniffling and groaning, but when he was done, it was a pleasure to look at the patch. It was sewn evenly, smoothly and so tightly that you couldn’t tear it off with your teeth.
Finally Bobka put on his pants and went out into the yard. The guys surrounded him.
- Well done! - they said. – And the patch, look, is outlined in pencil. It’s immediately obvious that he sewed it himself.
And Bobka turned in all directions so that everyone could see, and said:
- Eh, I wish I could learn how to sew on buttons, but it’s a pity, not a single one came off! Well, nothing. Someday it comes off, I’ll definitely sew it on myself.
Subject: HF N.N. Nosov "Dreamers".
Target: summarize and systematize students’ knowledge about the independently read story by N. N. Nosov “Dreamers.”
Tasks:
Generalization of students’ ideas about the independently read story by N.N. Nosov “Dreamers”; reveal the image of the main characters of the work.
Development of oral speech, memory, imagination of students.
Cultivating students' interest in the works of N.N. Nosova.
Equipment: books, portrait of N.N. Nosov, plot pictures for the story “Dreamers”, music.
Lesson progress:
Org moment.
The bell is ringing again
The lesson begins.
Everyone wants to receive
Only a “5” rating!
Get ready, level up! Sit down quietly!
Smile! Ready to start the lesson?
State the topic and purpose of the lesson.
Today our lesson is dedicated to the work of N.N. Nosov and his story “Dreamers”. you were given homework– read the story “Dreamers” independently, so during the lesson we will check who has carefully read this story.
A teacher's word about the life of a writer.
Nikolai Nikolaevich Nosov was born in 1908 in Kyiv. In his childhood, he was interested in music, theater, chess, and photography.
His first story, “Entertainers,” was published in the magazine “Murzilka” in 1938, even before the Great Patriotic War.
But Nikolai Nikolaevich does not immediately become a famous writer. He changed many professions: he sold newspapers, transported logs, and was a simple worker. Then he becomes a film director - he created films and cartoons. And only after such a working life does he become a writer. When his son was born, he had to tell many new fairy tales, which Nosov later began to write down.
N.N. Nosov wrote many stories about guys just like you, your peers. In 1954, Nosov’s most famous book, “The Adventures of Dunno and His Friends,” was published.
N.N. Nosov created magical, kind and funny stories that are easy to read and understandable to children. Nosov, like a good wizard, owned a mysterious “key” to the hearts of little citizens.
What stories by Nosov have you read? (book exhibition)
We will get acquainted with some of Nosov’s stories later, and you can borrow those that interest you from the library.
The hero of Nosov’s stories, Dunno, came to our lesson; he loves to fantasize and compose. And today he will help us test your knowledge.
You have read the story, but there are words there that Dunno did not understand, let’s help him (print and post on the board):
Tales- these are poems or stories that talk about something that cannot really exist.
Show a picture with a fable - read a poem - fiction, something that does not happen.
Gobber- liar, deceiver.
Dreamer- the one who invents, dreams.
We open our reading notebooks and indent two blank lines. We write down the date, class work and topic of our lesson. Now write down the vocabulary words.
Ask students what each word means.
Fizminutka(to music).
Our Dunno smiled, stretched and bent down. (smile, stretch, bend over)
He wants to stretch his muscles and jump around a little. (shake arms and jump)
He moves his eyes in a circle, turning them left and right. (roll your eyes)
And with his hands, like a bird, he wants to fly up. (hand movements - “bird flight”)
But the dreams have come to an end, I need to sit down with the book again.
Summarizing the material studied.
Game "Arrange and Tell"- arrange the sequence correctly story pictures. Each picture must be commented on, and then the last student must briefly retell the story ( everyone comes out and puts the picture in order, explains, and the last one retells it).
Game “Help Dunno find the passage”- I will show you a picture, and you will have to find a passage and read it, which says what is shown in the picture (shark, crocodile, bus, rocket).
- "Blitz - survey"- I will ask questions, and you need to answer briefly and correctly. We do not forget about the rules of students: we do not shout, we do not interrupt each other, but we raise our hands.
1. What did Mishutka and Stasik do? (fantasized)
2. Who approached them? (Igor)
3. What did Igor say? (ate jam and deceived mom)
4. Do you think Igor did a good job? (No)
5. Do you think that what Mishutka and Stasik are coming up with is harming anyone? (No)
6. What is the difference between a liar and a dreamer? (when a liar lies, it harms someone, and a dreamer just dreams) - this is the question you will need to think about.
7. What happened when Igor left? (bought ice cream)
8. Who did the guys meet? (Iru)
9. How did the guys console Ira? (shared ice cream)
- "Crossword"
Horizontal:
What did the guys write? (fables)
What did Mishutka crush when he walked down the street? (bus)
What did Igor eat? (jam)
Vertical:
Who attacked Mishutka while he was swimming in the sea? (shark)
What did Mishutka and Stasik share with Ira? (ice cream)
The place where Stasik flew in his dream? (moon)
- "Decipher" - and now you will need to decipher the sentence. Everyone has a key to the code on their desk - you need to match the letter and the code, and you will get a sentence. Find and read a passage with this sentence (“Who ate the jam?”) . Dunno checks whoever completes this task faster - he doesn’t forget to raise his hand.
- "Divide correctly"- let's help Dunno divide words into two groups ( on the blackboard):
They benefit people: to compose, invent, fantasize, dream.
They harm people: lie, deceive, lie.
You need to take one card and attach it to one of the groups to which it belongs ( come out one at a time).
Why do the words of the second group harm people? ( because you can't deceive other people for your own benefit).
Bottom line.
What did we do in class today?
Which children's writer have we met?
What story were you working with?
What were the names of the main characters?
What are fables?
How is a dreamer different from a liar? ( the dreamer invents for himself, for your own pleasure or for other people to enjoy; and liars - in order to get some benefit, benefit).
Homework.
Take fables from the library, prepare expressive reading, as well as creative task draw pictures for fables.
Dunno really liked our lesson and how you worked. Lesson grades.
Let's promise Dunno and our guests that we will never use the words of the second group, but will only dream of good things.
Reflection.
Now let's dream up a little. Close your eyes, imagine that it's not now cold winter, and warm summer. The sun is shining brightly, we are walking with you along the green meadow. Beautiful flowers grow in the meadow, birds sing. A light breeze sways the grass and leaves. We are in a great mood, everything is fine with us. And may this mood always be with us.
Music is playing.
An instructive story, Dreamers, written by children's writer Nikolai Nosov. This is a story about two boys Mishka and Stasik, who made up various fictitious stories and competed in lies. But one day they met a real liar, Igor. He ate all the jam, and told his mother that it was his sister Ira. In order to find out how this story ended, we recommend that you read the online story Dreamers to the end. Don't forget to explain to your children that lying is not good.
Read online story Dreamers
Mishutka and Stasik were sitting on a bench in the garden and talking. Only they didn’t just talk like other guys, but told each other various tall tales, as if they were going to a bet over who would lie to whom.
How old are you? - asks Mishutka.
Ninety five. What about you?
And I'm one hundred and forty. You know,” says Mishutka, “I used to be big, big, like Uncle Borya, but then I became small.”
And I,” says Stasik, “at first I was small, and then I grew big, and then I became small again, and now I’ll soon be big again.”
And when I was big, I could swim across the entire river,” says Mishutka.
Uh! And I could swim across the sea!
Just think - the sea! I swam across the ocean!
I used to know how to fly!
Come on, fly!
Now I can’t: I’ve forgotten how.
“I was swimming in the sea once,” says Mishutka, “and a shark attacked me.” I hit her with my fist, and she grabbed me by the head and took a bite.
No, really!
Why didn't you die?
Why should I die? I swam ashore and went home.
Without a head?
Of course, without a head. Why do I need a head?
How did you walk without a head?
So it went. It's like you can't walk without a head.
Why are you so confused now?
The other one has grown.
"Crafty idea!" - Stasik was jealous. He wanted to tell a better lie than Mishutka.
Well, that's what! - he said. - I was once in Africa, and a crocodile ate me there.
That's how I lied! - Mishutka laughed.
Not at all.
Why are you alive now?
So he then spat me out.
Mishutka thought about it. He wanted to misrepresent Stasik. He thought and thought, and finally said:
One day I was walking down the street. There are trams, cars, trucks all around...
I know, I know! - Stasik shouted. - Now tell me how the tram ran over you. You've already lied about it.
Nothing of the kind. I'm not talking about that.
Here I go, not bothering anyone. Suddenly a bus comes towards us. I didn’t notice him, I stepped on him - once! - and crushed it into a cake.
Ha ha ha! These are lies!
But these are not lies!
How could you crush a bus?
So he was very small, like a toy. The boy was dragging him on a string.
Well, that’s not surprising,” said Stasik. - I flew to the moon once.
Eva, where did you go? - Mishutka laughed.
Don't believe me? Honestly!
What did you fly?
On a rocket. What else do they use to fly to the moon? As if you don’t know yourself!
What did you see there on the Moon?
Well... - Stasik hesitated. - What did I see there? I didn't see anything.
Ha ha ha! - Mishutka laughed. - And he says he flew to the moon!
Of course I flew.
Why didn't you see anything?
And it was dark. I was flying at night. In a dream. I boarded a rocket and flew into outer space. Woohoo! And then when I fly back... I flew and flew, and then I hit the ground... and I woke up...
“Ah,” said Mishutka. - I would have said so right away. I didn’t know that you were in a dream.
Then neighbor Igor came and sat down next to him on a bench. He listened, listened to Mishutka and Stasik, then said:
They're lying! And aren't you ashamed?
Why are you ashamed? “We are not deceiving anyone,” said Stasik. “We’re just making things up, like we’re telling fairy tales.”
Fairy tales! - Igor snorted contemptuously. - Found something to do!
And you think it’s easy to make things up!
What's easier!
Well, come up with something.
Now... - said Igor. - Please.
Mishutka and Stasik were delighted and prepared to listen.
“Now,” Igor repeated. - Uh-uh... um... ahem... uh-uh...
Well, why are you all “uh” and “uh”!
Now! Let me think.
Well, think, think!
Uh-uh,” Igor said again and looked at the sky. - Now, now... uh...
Well, why aren’t you making things up? He said - what could be simpler!
Now... Here! One time I was teasing a dog, and she grabbed me by the leg and bit me. There's even a scar left.
Well, what did you come up with here? - asked Stasik.
Nothing. He told me how it happened.
And he said - he is a master of inventing!
I am a master, but not like you. You all lie, but to no avail, but I lied yesterday, and it benefits me.
What's the use?
Here it is. Last night mom and dad left, and Ira and I stayed at home. Ira went to bed, and I went into the cupboard and ate half a jar of jam. Then I think: I wish I hadn’t gotten into trouble. I took jam on Irka’s lips. Mom came: “Who ate the jam?” I say: "Ira." Mom looked and saw jam all over her lips. This morning she got some from her mother, and my mother gave me some more jam. That's the benefit.
It means that because of you, someone else got it, and you are happy! - said Mishutka.
What do you want?
Nothing for me. But you, what is it called... Liar! Here!
You yourself are liars!
Leave! We don’t want to sit on the bench with you.
I myself won’t sit with you.
Igor got up and left. Mishutka and Stasik also went home. On the way they came across an ice cream stand. They stopped, began to rummage in their pockets and count how much money they had. Both only had enough for one serving of ice cream.
“We’ll buy a portion and divide it in half,” Mishutka suggested.
The saleswoman gave them ice cream on a stick.
Let’s go home,” says Mishutka, “let’s cut it with a knife to be precise.”
On the stairs they met Ira. Her eyes were teary.
Why were you crying? - asks Mishutka.
My mother didn't let me go out.
For the jam. But I didn’t eat it. It was Igor who told me about it. He probably ate it himself and blamed it on me.
Of course, Igor ate it. He boasted to us himself. Don't cry. “Come on, I’ll give you my half portion of ice cream,” said Mishutka.
And I’ll give you my half portion, I’ll just try it once and give it back,” Stasik promised.
Don't you want to do it yourself?
We don't want to. “We’ve already eaten ten servings today,” said Stasik.
Let’s better divide this ice cream among three,” Ira suggested.
Right! - said Stasik. - Otherwise, your throat will hurt if you eat the whole portion alone.
They went home and divided the ice cream into three parts.
Delicious stuff! - said Mishutka. - I really like ice cream. One time I ate a whole bucket of ice cream.
Well, you're making everything up! - Ira laughed. - Who will believe you that you ate a bucket of ice cream!
So it was quite small, a bucket! It's like paper, no more than a glass...
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Mishutka and Stasik were sitting on a bench in the garden and talking. Only they didn’t just talk like other guys, but told each other various tall tales, as if they were going to bet on who would lie to whom.
- How old are you? - asks Mishutka.
- Ninety five. What about you?
- And I’m one hundred and forty. You know,” says Mishutka, “I used to be big, like Uncle Borya, but then I became small.”
“And I,” says Stasik, “at first I was small, and then I grew big, and then I became small again, and now I’ll soon be big again.”
“When I was big, I could swim across the entire river,” says Mishutka.
- Ugh! And I could swim across the sea!
- Just think - the sea! I swam across the ocean!
– I used to know how to fly!
- Well, fly!
– Now I can’t: I’ve forgotten how.
“I was swimming in the sea once,” says Mishutka, “and a shark attacked me.” I banged her with my fist, and she grabbed me by the head and took a bite.
- You're lying!
- No, really!
- Why didn’t you die?
- Why should I die? I swam ashore and went home.
- Without a head?
- Of course, without a head. Why do I need a head?
- How did you walk without a head?
- So I went. It's like you can't walk without a head.
- Why are you so confused now?
- The other one has grown.
“Crafty idea!” – Stasik envied. He wanted to tell a better lie than Mishutka.
- Well, what is this! - he said. “I was once in Africa, and a crocodile ate me there.”
- That's how I lied! – Mishutka laughed.
- Not at all.
- Why are you alive now?
- So he spat me out later.
Mishutka thought about it. He wanted to misrepresent Stasik. He thought and thought, and finally said:
– Once I was walking down the street. There are trams, cars, trucks all around...
- I know, I know! - Stasik shouted. - Now tell me how the tram ran over you. You've already lied about it.
- Nothing like that. I'm not talking about that.
- OK. Keep lying.
“Here I go, I don’t bother anyone.” Suddenly a bus comes towards us. I didn’t notice him, I stepped on him - once! - and crushed it into a cake.
- Ha ha ha! These are lies!
- But they’re not lies!
- How could you crush the bus?
- So he was very small, like a toy. The boy was dragging him on a rope.
“Well, that’s not surprising,” said Stasik. - I flew to the moon once.
Mishutka and Stasik were sitting on a bench in the garden and talking. Only they didn’t just talk like other guys, but told each other various tall tales, as if they were going to bet on who would lie to whom.
- How old are you? - asks Mishutka.
- Ninety five. What about you?
- And I’m one hundred and forty. You know,” says Mishutka, “I used to be big, like Uncle Borya, but then I became small.”
“And I,” says Stasik, “at first I was small, and then I grew big, and then I became small again, and now I’ll soon be big again.”
“When I was big, I could swim across the entire river,” says Mishutka.
Teddy bear swims across the ocean
- Ugh! And I could swim across the sea!
- Just think - the sea! I swam across the ocean!
– I used to know how to fly!
- Well, fly!
– Now I can’t: I’ve forgotten how.
“I was swimming in the sea once,” says Mishutka, “and a shark attacked me.” I banged her with my fist, and she grabbed me by the head and took a bite.
- No, really!
- Why didn’t you die?
- Why should I die? I swam ashore and went home.
- Without a head?
- Of course, without a head. Why do I need a head?
- How did you walk without a head?
- So I went. It's like you can't walk without a head.
- Why are you so confused now?
the crocodile ate Stasik
- The other one has grown.
“Crafty idea!” – Stasik envied. He wanted to tell a better lie than Mishutka.
- Well, what is this! - he said. “I was once in Africa, and a crocodile ate me there.”
- That's how I lied! – Mishutka laughed.
- Not at all.
- Why are you alive now?
- So he spat me out later.
Mishutka thought about it. He wanted to misrepresent Stasik. He thought and thought, and finally said:
– Once I was walking down the street. There are trams, cars, trucks all around...
- I know, I know! - Stasik shouted. - Now tell me how the tram ran over you. You've already lied about it.
- Nothing like that. I'm not talking about that.
“Here I go, I don’t bother anyone.” Suddenly a bus comes towards us. I didn’t notice him, I stepped on my foot - right! - and crushed it into a cake.
- Ha ha ha! These are lies!
- But they’re not lies!
- How could you crush the bus?
- So he was very small, like a toy. The boy was dragging him on a rope.
“Well, that’s not surprising,” said Stasik. - I flew to the moon once.
- Eva, where did you go! – Mishutka laughed.
- Don’t believe me? Honestly!
- What did you fly on?
- On a rocket. What else do they use to fly to the moon? As if you don’t know yourself!
– What did you see there on the Moon?
“Well, what...” Stasik hesitated. -What did I see there? I didn't see anything.
- Ha ha ha! – Mishutka laughed. - And he says he flew to the moon!
- Of course, I flew.
- Why didn’t you see anything?
- And it was dark. I was flying at night. In a dream. I boarded a rocket and flew into outer space. Wow wow! And then when I fly back... I flew and flew, and then I hit the ground... and I woke up...
Mishutka and Stasik and Igor
“Ah,” said Mishutka. “I would have said so right away.” I didn’t know that you were in a dream.
Then neighbor Igor came and sat down next to him on a bench. He listened, listened to Mishutka and Stasik, then said:
- They’re lying! And aren't you ashamed?
- Why are you ashamed? We’re not deceiving anyone,” Stasik said. “We’re just making things up, like we’re telling fairy tales.”
- Fairy tales! – Igor snorted contemptuously. - Found something to do!
“And you think it’s easy to make things up!”
- What’s easier!
- Well, think of something.
“Now...” said Igor. - Please.
Mishutka and Stasik were delighted and prepared to listen.
“Now,” Igor repeated. - Uh uh... um... ahem... uh uh...
- Well, why are you all “uh” and “uh”!
- Now! Let me think.
- Well, think, think!
“Uh, uh,” Igor said again and looked at the sky. - Now, now... uh uh...
- Well, why aren’t you making things up? He said - what could be simpler!
- Now... Here! One time I was teasing a dog, and she grabbed me by the leg and bit me. There's even a scar left.
- Well, what did you come up with here? – asked Stasik.
- Nothing. He told me how it happened.
- And he said - he’s a master of inventing!
- I am a master, but not like you. You keep lying, but to no avail, but I lied yesterday, and it benefits me.
- What's the use?
- And here it is. Last night mom and dad left, and Ira and I stayed at home. Ira went to bed, and I went into the cupboard and ate half a jar of jam. Then I think: I wish I hadn’t gotten into trouble. I took jam on Irka’s lips. Mom came: “Who ate the jam?” I say: “Ira.” Mom looked and saw jam all over her lips. This morning she got some from her mother, and my mother gave me some more jam. That's the benefit.
- So, because of you, someone else got it, and you’re glad! - said Mishutka.
-What do you want?
- Nothing for me. But you, what is it called... Liar! Here!
- You yourself are liars!
- Leave! We don’t want to sit on the bench with you.
“I won’t sit with you myself.”
Igor got up and left. Mishutka and Stasik also went home. On the way they came across an ice cream stand. They stopped, began to rummage in their pockets and count how much money they had. Both only had enough for one serving of ice cream.
“We’ll buy a portion and divide it in half,” Igor suggested.
The saleswoman gave them ice cream on a stick.
“Let’s go home,” says Mishutka, “we’ll cut it with a knife so that it’s accurate.”
- Let's go.
On the stairs they met Ira. Her eyes were teary.
- Why were you crying? - asks Mishutka.
“My mother didn’t let me go for walks.”
- For what?
- For the jam. But I didn’t eat it. It was Igor who told me about it. He probably ate it himself and blamed it on me.
- Of course, Igor ate it. He boasted to us himself. Don't cry. “Come on, I’ll give you my half portion of ice cream,” said Mishutka.
“And I’ll give you my half portion, I’ll just try it once and give it back,” Stasik promised.
- Don’t you want to do it yourself?
- We don’t want to. “We’ve already eaten ten servings today,” said Stasik.
“Let’s better divide this ice cream among three,” suggested Ira.
- Right! - said Stasik. - Otherwise, your throat will hurt if you eat the whole portion alone.
They went home and divided the ice cream into three parts.
- Delicious stuff! - said Mishutka. – I really like ice cream. One time I ate a whole bucket of ice cream.
- Well, you're making everything up! – Ira laughed. – Who will believe you that you ate a bucket of ice cream!
- So it was quite small, a bucket! It’s like paper, no more than a glass...